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The San Francisco Seven: The Escape Written by Victor Field and TRL Starring in alphabetical order: Nina Agdal, Gemma Arterton, Troian Bellisario, Monica Bellucci, Holly Marie Combs, Ariana Grande, Scarlett Johansson, Zoe Kravitz, Jennifer Lawrence, Blake Lively, Shay Mitchell, Taylor Momsen, Hayden Panettiere, Grace Park, Jaime Pressly, Maggie Q, Emma Roberts, Roselyn Sanchez, Kate Winslet, Olivia Wilde Codes: FF, FFF, MF, MMF, con, oral, anal, catfight, mast, lact, voy We’re now in the third part of the saga, and again thanks to Rawballz for kicking it off.

The gorgeous young receptionist had a smile as bright as her newly dyed red hair, and she was even working on transcribing a report to boot.

“Ariana doesn’t like me to go first.” Monica smiled in delight on seeing Jennifer Lawrence’s breasts; bouncy, nice and perky, not unlike their owner. “I never wear panties either.” It might have been coincidence that Monica’s hand cupped Jennifer’s ass tighter than either of them had expected, but it certainly wasn’t the reason Miss Bellucci immediately unbuckled the young woman’s jeans as Jennifer finally brought herself to touch her boss. Jennifer moaned as she felt Monica’s warm skin, finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down; within moments it slipped off her body and landed on the carpet along with Jennifer’s legwear, leaving the receptionist completely naked while Monica’s black, lacy lingerie retained what she laughingly called her modesty. ” Monica murmured, kissing Jennifer’s neck and shoulderblades as the young woman felt her breasts.

“You like older women, I take it.” “Only the hot kind,” Jennifer laughed, freeing Monica’s exquisite boobs and rubbing and squeezing them with delight.

As her cunt somehow managed to get warmer from her boss’s lip action, Jennifer vowed to do something about that the second she got off this table… “You will get to put anything up my culo you want to…” “Not before I do.” Underling and superior both whipped heads to the door; another young woman was standing there in a coat, holding a pouch and glaring at them. “And as for you, ho, how’d you like to get head from a real expert?

She was a total cutie and almost certainly had herself a banging body under the coat, but there was fire in her eyes that immediately told Jennifer that Monica Bellucci did not wear the pants in their house, figuratively or literally. ” Seeing how cowed Monica was before a girl who looked like she was still in school, Jennifer was about to say yes when the other redhead shook her head.

Her hands never stopped exploring as much of the young woman’s body as she could get to, and Jennifer knew that no one – NO ONE – had given her love button the kind of pleasing sucking that Monica had. ” Jennifer asked, curiosity overriding anger; she didn’t like interruptions.

Ariana Grande was the luckiest girl in the world to have this woman in her bed at night. It was beautiful and it was perfect, but it was also still covered. “Well-“ Monica started before wilting under Ariana’s glance as her lover flung the pouch down on the table, unintentionally missing Jennifer’s head. “I came by to drop them off, but now it looks like SOMEONE needs a lesson.” “Yes,” the Italian said meekly, starting to get up from between Jennifer’s legs. You’re right where I want you,” Ariana snapped, moving behind Monica.

“But look on the bright side – she never robbed us.” “That’s something,” Monica admitted, sipping her coffee. ” “It’s nothing to do with money,” Jennifer told her, trying to keep her hands from going through Monica’s jet black hair. “This is never going to happen again,” she told Jennifer, getting to her feet, “so cherish every moment of it.” San Francisco could have been powered for a week on the light shining in Jennifer’s eyes as Monica, after coming in to kiss the girl, rested her hands on the receptionist’s shoulders and lightly ran them along her arms and down to the edge of her top.

“Ah, that’s excellent.” “I do my best,” Jennifer said, by now practically next to her boss. “I must admit I am glad to do this to someone,” she admitted, lifting off Jennifer’s top and pulling it over her head. “Actually, I never wear a bra,” Jennifer admitted as the boss circled an arm around her waist, stroking her back and sliding down to the rear of her jeans.

” “It’s a deal,” the redhead groaned as the brunette sank to her knees and gently pushed Jennifer onto her desk, lying half on and half off with Monica between her legs, lapping away with years of practice on her side.

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